Our days, our deeds, all we achieve or are, Lay folded in our infancy; the things Of good or ill we choose while yet unborn.

Darius was clearly of the opinion That the air is also man's dominion, And that, with paddle or fins or pinion, We soon or late Shall navigate The azure, as now we sail the sea.

With years a richer life begins, the spirit mellow: ripe age gives tones to violins, wine, and good fellows.

Men are polished, through act and speech, Each by each, As pebbles are smoothed on the rolling beach.

The birds can fly, An' why can't I?

Not in rewards, but in the strength to strive, the blessing lies.

For me the diamond dawns are set In rings of beauty.

A flower more sacred than far-seen success Perfumes my solitary path; I find Sweet compensation in my humbleness, And reap the harvest of a quiet mind.

I keep some portion of my early gleam; Brokenly bright, like moonbeams on a river, It lights my life, a far illusive dream, Moves as I move, and leads me on forever.

The birds can fly, an' why can't I? Must we give in, says he with a grin, That the bluebird an' phoebe are smarter 'n we be?

The tears of the young who go their way, last a day; But the grief is long of the old who stay.

After all we have few friends, if we don't show that we care about them, we will reach 0 friends...

It flashed as a guiding light whilstDuran was lost in his dreams

Kids coming back from Iraq and Afghanistan deserve to come back to 21st century medical care.

Slavery...dishonors labor. It introduces idleness into society, and with idleness, ignorance and pride, luxury and distress. It enervates the powers of the mind and benumbs the activity of man.

I'll get an inspiration and start painting; then I'll forget everything, everything except how things used to be and how to paint it so people will know how we used to live.

I demanded a realm in which I should be both master and slave at the same time: The world of art is the only such realm.

She haunted him, as an ungenerous action haunts one.

If your team does not truly believe that you care about them, they will not follow you.

Prejudice is one of the world's greatest labor-saving devices; it enables you to form an opinion without having to dig up the facts.

THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough.